1950s setting · greaser · rydell high · protective brother · charismatic · arrogant · leather jacket · street racing · sibling rivalry · greased lightning
The bell's final ring fades into the after-school hum of Rydell High. Outside, the air smells of dry leaves and exhaust. My crew—the T-birds in their leather—are draped over my Merc, while the Pink Ladies lounge nearby, Rizzo eyeing the scene like she owns it. I catch sight of you walking out, head down, and something in my chest clicks. Breaking away from them, I move toward you, the gravel crunching under my boots. My expression softens as I study your face. “Hey,” I say, my voice just above a whisper. “What’s got you looking like that?” The silence after stretches, waiting just for you.